Fredo Santana - Third Floor lyrics

[Hook: Fredo Santana] I used to sell dimes on the third floor Now I got bricks by the boat load I used to sell work by the corner store Now I can buy that damn corner store n***as used to front me f**ing packs of sh** Now I got crack like it's '86 And I ain't just jumped off the f**ing porch If you want war we can go to war [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Thirty shots or better in my handgun n***a we play for keeps, we don't shoot for fun Them bullets hot like the sun, you better run Hit you with this forty and shoot you with this tommy gun The world is mine, I'm looking like Tony son f** a bad b**h, I need a couple of 'em sponsored links A chopper with the work, I'm mister double up Vatos hit me up, he need a hundred of 'em You know me sh**, I tried to f**ing smuggle 'em I got couple guns with a hundred drums So when a n***a ain't done, this ain't one of 'em A couple thou' sitting in my shoe box And I'm so thug life, call me 2Pac A n***a robbed you and you ain't do nothing [Hook] [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] Trappin' trappin' out the bando since a f**ing youngin' Ran into lil Fredo, had to f** with youngin' Serving O.J. Mayo, eighty crack one hundred Quick to make that cake, ol' f** n***a ain't my mama Twelve p**y n***a, talking to your honor A young n***a been out the porch f**ing with d**, serving President Obama All of my pockets are filled up with dub, the bird, that's still in the bunker Don't need your favor, I jug every summer [?] I used to trap in [?] Rolling pharmacy on four or five commas I got the bands off O.G. marijuana They asking about me all in Tijuana [?] keep it one hunna' You think I'm Chiraq when you play with my money I smoke a pack, you say you be coming I'm back to back and [?] [?] Talk to 'em Fredo [Hook]